-- I got no money, but I want you so.

[brooklynsbest]

[ Locked to newyorksfinest. Lemonworld verse. ]

[ His roommate's kind of weird, that's all Bucky really lets filter through his brain before he's letting his door swing closed behind him and heading out in to the hall. The college isn't what he was expecting, but that's okay, because he doesn't really tend to over-think things before doing them. Steve does, and he was the one with all the check lists and the plans, the one who beat down Bucky for months until they both were prepared and tipping over the edge into adulthood. A new city for them to explore and a fresh load of new faces, people who don't know them for the two impossibly intertwined orphans that they are. It feels good, Bucky feels good.

He tips a nod to a girl passing him, fairly certain she's checking him out whenever he turns the corner, but it's not like that's going to be much of his concern now. Steve's room is at the end of the hall, the door propped open with a box. He doesn't see his friend's roommate anywhere, so Bucky merely saunters in, knows which room is Steve's from the pictures on the wall. His sneakers get kicked under the desk, Bucky immediately taking up residence on the bed, back against the wall.

There's a can of soda on the nightstand and he doesn't even think about not liberating that for his own nefarious purposes, setting in to wait. ]

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[brooklynsbest]

[ Flopping on to his back on the two narrow bed. ] Fine.

[newyorksfinest]

[ Grinning, Steve nudges him playfully, once, twice, and then with enough force off-balance him over the edge. ]

[brooklynsbest]

[ Which means he goes in a tumble of limbs, a small hey--! as he falls. Bucky waits, sprawled on the floor long enough to catch his breath, then he's on his knees and pulling at Steve's ankle. ]

Jerk.

[newyorksfinest]

[ An unmanly squeal leaves him as he's dragged close to the edge and ends up rolling off, head awkwardly flopping onto Bucky's lap. ]

Punk.

[brooklynsbest]

[ Cuffing him on the shoulder. ] Ass. Get off me.

[newyorksfinest]

Like I wanna be on you.

[ Lies. He's gathering himself up, climbing to his feet, cheeks too rosy not to be from embarrassment as well as laughter. He slips on his shoes. ]

[brooklynsbest]

[ He holds out a hand, a tilt of his head as though to say help me up ] Can't believe we're gonna unpack, ugh.

[newyorksfinest]

[ He grabs his hand, gives him a tug. ] I'll take the stuff out of the boxes, but you've got to put it away. Move your ass.

[brooklynsbest]

Fuck you.

[ But Bucky moves, flashing him a grin and crossing the room to the door. ]

[newyorksfinest]

Keep dreaming.

[ With a goofy grin, he follows him over, pushes the boxes he dumped further to his side with a foot, and then closes the door after them. ]